>>16144
oh… slain… slain am i?

noble-winged seraphs, look at this tangle of thorns.

stop! stop! i scream it over and over again. in my mind, she is still there, her beautiful visage like a dream, like a mirage of fresh, cool water appearing before my very eyes while i wither and starve away to a husk in the harsh, hot, unforgiving desert. such as like a mirage is she, never anything more accurate to her memory in my mind. i can still picture her, the very image of loveliness, smiling at me, brightw dark stars looking back at me in her chocolate eyes. a devil's grin. a trick.

but such as she, i will never love again. i love her. this wound in my chest. a foul, accursed woman. a man in a dress.